I could never explain
my thoughts to anyone,
even my conscience
sounds almost inaudibly distant.

Like an inner monologue
that feels like a lecture,
so I try to tune it out;
as a result, I never know
how to respond when
someone asks what’s on my mind.

So I sit in an empty room
That I’ve filled with my thoughts
Thinking about everything
I should’ve done instead or
how I wish my mind could stop.

It makes me feel alienated,
like everybody hates me-
The closest people to me,
More specifically.

I wish it would stop.